"Hold the bow as strong, and use the arrow as the long. Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king. ......" Between the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, a song of Du Fu's "Former Exit" jumped on the paper.

The cyan clouds began to condense in the sky, Zhou Yi glanced at it lightly, and didn't care, and shouted at Xu Huai: "Wine!"

Without waiting for Xu Huai to get it, Yan Junxia walked over with a jar of wine, and said happily: "I heard that Master Zhou was born, and he brought a jar of wine to congratulate!" After speaking, he looked up at the different colors in the sky, and then stared at the manuscript paper on the desktop with a fiery look in his eyes.

"Okay! Thank you, General Yan! General, wait a minute!" Zhou Yi took the wine jar and put it on the table, cut off the seal with a knife in his hand, took a sip of the wine jar cow in one hand, and continued to write with a pen in the other.

"The blue sea and the sky are connected with the clouds and mountains, and the lonely city looks at the Manchuan Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and does not break the Kunya vow not to return. After writing a poem, Zhou Yi was suddenly moved by the impassioned emotions in these war poems, and when he mentioned the wine jar, he poured down a large sip of spirits.

"The battlefield of a hundred battles is shattered in iron clothes, and the south of the city has been encircled. The raid battalion shot and killed General Kunya, and led the heroic army to return with ten thousand horses. ”

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A sip of liquor is a poem, and after a moment of drinking, there are already hundreds of war poems on the table. After writing an article, Yan Junxia picked up one and read it aloud, and the entire school field was silent. On the one hand, the poems vibrate, and on the other hand, they all look at the sky.

The thick purple clouds were layered on top of each other, and the purple was blackened, and the majesty of the Holy Dao revealed in them became more and more intense, making everyone look at the independent figure standing in the field with reverence.

Although the scholars of the Shenji Battalion heard that Zhou Yi's article caused a roar of the Holy Dao, and those two classics were indeed quintessential, after all, hearing was false, and it was not as shocking as the scene in front of them.

The thunder roared, dull in the clouds, with a bright yellow lightning, particularly striking under the purple-black clouds.

Zhou Yi didn't write, and he looked a little drunk after a jar of wine. Alas, it seems that he is still a little crazy in his roots! I got carried away and did another shocking thing! A whole hundred classic war poems were written in one go, which is indeed a bit crazy.

Looking at the frightened and adoring eyes of the people around him, looking up at the strange scene in the sky, Zhou Yi had to smile bitterly in his heart.

A dark purple beam of light shone through the thick clouds, enveloping Zhou Yi in it, and the power of the Holy Dao infiltrated his body. Well, the spiritual power has increased again, and the magnitude is not small! If it is said that the last time the holy power was raised, his spiritual power changed from a stream to a small river, then now this small river has become a big river. Taotao's spiritual power is surging in this great river, and his thinking and perception ability has been greatly improved.

"A hundred poems are full of brilliance, the literary path is prosperous, the talent is Zhou Yi, and the talent is soaring! The talent of the show is not enough to talk about the literary position, but you can step on the talent, break the people, and ascend to the rank of scholar! Zhou Yi, there is no need to be assessed, and you will be promoted to the rank of scholar!" Shrouded in the beam of the Holy Dao, moistened by the majestic Holy Power, the voice sounded during the Holy Dao assessment. Without the assessment of the Holy Dao, Zhou Yi was directly enshrined in the rank of meritorious scholar.

On the Holy Dao Mountain outside Luojing City, one of the thirteen pale cyan stone tablets that were originally located on the eighth layer was missing, and a dark red stone tablet one foot five feet high appeared on the sixth layer. This stele stands out among the more than 1,000 Jinshi steles, while the other steles are only one zhang high, but it is five feet high; while the other steles are red, the color of this stele is dark red with a faint purple tinge. This qiē and qiē all show the difference of the owner of the stele, which is the holy stele of Zhou Yi.

"The blue sea and the sky are connected with the clouds and mountains, and the lonely city looks at the Manchuan Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and does not break the Kunya vow not to return. "When Meng Hongye was in Manchuan Pass Zhou Yi to attract the power of the Holy Dao, he sensed the changes in the Holy Dao and rushed here. Seeing that Zhou Yi's stele appeared on the sixth floor, and the shape was so special, he suppressed the doubt in his heart, and muttered out the hundreds of battle poems that appeared on the stele.

"The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night. Ping Ming looked for the white feather, but he was not in the stone ridge. Wonderful, wonderful!" Before Meng Hongye finished reading, Jiang Lifu came over, looked at the poems on the tablet and recited softly, and stroked his beard and smiled happily. Zhou Yi is really talented, and when he is only twenty years old, he has already become a holy path jinshi. If he succeeds in the future, he will surely ascend to the throne of the Holy One!

"Jiang Zhangyuan, this seat regrets giving up this son to your court!" Meng Hongye suddenly turned his head and said, looking at Jiang Lifu with a complicated expression.

"Hehe, Zhou Yi is in the Rite Academy, isn't it the same as in the Academy of Literature! Meng Zhangyuan is too rigid!" Jiang Lifu heard Meng Hongye's words, his heart tightened, his face remained unchanged, and he smiled and said with relief.

"Hmm......" Meng Hongye just nodded when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, no one knew what he was thinking.

Lin Bo, the head of the Military Academy, and Zha Gaoyang, the head of the Law Academy, came together, but they just looked at the battle poems on the stone tablet for a moment, looked at each other and turned around and left. There was no greeting from Meng Hongye, and he walked abruptly.

Meng Hongye frowned slightly, and he didn't make a sound to stop him, but Jiang Lifu's face was gloomy, and the appearance of these two people was really weird.

Zhang Ji, the head of the Zongheng Academy, arrived last, and after seeing the situation of the stone stele, he just looked at Meng Hongye and Jiang Lifu with a smile, and he didn't leave or speak, just stood there with his hands down.

"Jiang Zhangyuan, I'm afraid that the military academy and the court will be unfavorable to Zhou Yi, I'm afraid you have to deal with it!" Meng Hongye didn't like Zhang Ji's Zongheng School, ignored Zhang Ji, and said to Jiang Lifu.

"Zhou Yi's son is talented, which is really the luck of my Qinling Empire and the luck of the Holy Dao! Don't let a small harm be done! What's more, this son has already promised this seat to join the Rite Academy, and this seat will not stand idly by!" Jiang Lifu's face was stern, and his words were categorical. Lin Bo and Zha Gaoyang are not here, this is like saying it to Zhang Ji.

"Hehe, the poems of Zhou Yi in this seat can be called classics, and it is especially rare that there are so many of them. One day, he will inevitably erect the rank of the Sage, even if he hits the Holy Realm, it is not impossible!Jiang Zhangyuan may still have to be taken care of by the rest of his life, so as not to die young!" Zhang Ji narrowed his eyes and said with a smile. In Zhang Ji's opinion, it is very likely that Zhou Yi will be ranked as a great grandmaster, and if he is lucky, he can also impact the realm of the sage, as for the realm of the most holy, it is just to say it and stab Jiang Lifu.

"Hmph, don't bother with Zhang Zhang's own people, the Rite Academy's own people will naturally take care of it, no matter who it is, if you want to move him, it will be difficult for the Rite Courtyard to be embarrassed!" Jiang Lifu couldn't know Zhang Ji's thoughts, and said with a cold face.

"Raising people's fame is like exploring the bag, and the Jinshi is idle. You said that Zhou Yi is a saint, and this seat seems to be like this!" Meng Hongye said with a flat face, very sure of Zhou Yi, but he had no respect for Zhang Ji.

"Hehe, the two heads of the courtyard are slowly discussing, this seat will go first!" Zhang Ji didn't care about Meng Hongye's rudeness, and walked away with a smile.

Seeing Zhang Ji's figure drift away, Jiang Lifu turned to Meng Hongye and said, "Meng Zhangyuan really thinks that Zhou Yi's son can ascend to the position of a saint?"

Meng Hongye looked at the pale golden handwriting on the inscription, was silent for a while, and then said: "If there is a stone in the world, Zhou Yi's son has eight buckets!"

Jiang Lifu was stunned, Meng Hongye's evaluation was too high. Regardless of the thirty-two living sages, even the talents of the ninety-nine great masters are not comparable to Zhou Yi!

"I'm afraid Meng Zhangyuan's words are a bit excessive!"

"Does Jiang Zhangyuan think that Zhou Yi is just a new jinshi, and anyone with more than three hundred university scholars, ninety-nine great grandmasters, and thirty-two saints in the empire can crush this son?!"

"Isn't that so?"

"Hmph, what this seat is talking about is talent, like a person's talent or potential, which is not something that can be measured by the current holy Taoist literary position! Which of Zhou Yi's articles and poems is not a classic? Which one is not full of talent? These articles do not mention the status of you and me as scholars, even great grandmasters and sages may not be able to write them! Sages and great grandmasters can write holy ways and literature, but they cannot write talented poems! And this is what this seat is talking about! Meng Hongye's words made Jiang Lifu feel agitated, but he himself was indifferent, as if he was not talking about a talented talent, but about a cat and a dog.

"I've been taught!" Jiang Lifu bowed his hand, Meng Hongye deserved to be the head of the Academy of Literature, and his words were penetrating and convinced.

Although Zhou Yi is talented, his background is too shallow. The ambiguous attitudes of the two heads of the military academy and the court are really unreassuring! I'm afraid they will be unfavorable to Zhou Yi, you should be prepared!" Meng Hongye then reminded Jiang Lifu again.

"As it should be. Jiang Lifu is also a big alarm in his heart, and now Zhou Yi is in Manchuan Pass, and the first and fourth legions of the military academy have gone south. If it is not good for Zhou Yi, it should fall on Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong. These two legion commanders are both scholars of the Holy Dao University, and they are definitely not something that the Emperor Fu Lesheng can compete with, and it seems that he must make some arrangements.

He led 40,000 half-elf cavalry to raid Manchuan Pass, took the city in one fell swoop, captured more than 40,000 elves, and rescued the seventh and ninth legions from the place where they would die. This son has a lot of military achievements, and yesterday this seat has already informed the imperial court to summon him to Luojing to face the saint, presumably at this time, the holy decree has been issued!" Meng Hongye looked at Jiang Lifu in front of him, frowned, and said something indifferently.

Once the holy decree is issued to Manchuan Pass, Zhou Yi will inevitably enter the capital to face the saint, and Gong Hao and Zheng Taihong will not dare to harm him. Moreover, Zhou Yi is talented, and only when he enters Beijing can he show his strengths, and he can get rid of the influence of Huangfu Lesheng. Meng Hongye's move can be described as killing two birds with one stone, with good intentions!

"Thank you Meng Zhangyuan for your help!" Hearing the string song and knowing the elegant meaning, how could Jiang Lifu not know the intention of his move, and immediately bowed to him to express his gratitude.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Wen Dao Xing Shengdao Long, this seat just doesn't want to see a Wendao great talent fall halfway! I hope that Zhou Yi can show his strengths and have the courage to climb on the Holy Dao!" Meng Hongye waved his hand and said indifferently.